The Recipe

Lyrics

[Verse 1] JK-47 a savage And he don't wanna do nothin' but stacking up mad riches So it don't really matter if you thinking you had this in the bag 'Cause he came to throw whatever you had into the trash bin Rapping assassin 'Cause I been bodyin' these tracks and stickin' to my raps like it's a magnet Turn you to addict 'cause I'm giving you dope rhymes While hangin' up your favourite rapper out on my clothesline They be like, "JK, when you gettin' that flow signed?" I tell 'em no way, I'ma own my own rhymes The throne's mine and I'ma take it just like I'm Simba Into some shit you wouldn't wanna get into Flow cold as winter, being what I'm meant to be Nothing more, nothing less of my destiny F the rest tryna test a G ECB about to win it, get the referee [Chorus] Best believe I got the recipe Chef with it 'cause this rap be my specialty Yes indeed, I be ahead of 'em, see Because I'm never letting anybody get to me Best believe (What?), I got the recipe Give me feta, give me cheddar, I need extra cheese Yes indeed (Ayy), I be ahead of 'em, see Because I'll never break or let the haters get to me (Uh) [Verse 2] Pick up, pick up, it's the rapper wizard Producing the magic, come in and have a listen Ain't never seen a crew that do it as hard as us We get cold up on the mic and leave you in a blizzard Bruvah, I got next to be one of the best And not even have to rap unless you runnin' a check So Lord knows what I'm coming with next But I'ma keep 'em yellin' out like, "He done it again" 'Cause I'm one in a million the way I pick apart the beat Quick to turn a melody into a masterpiece People lookin' at me as if I ain't hard to beat But If they was in my shoes, they wouldn't even last a week I was living in a world way too dark to see Now I get up on the stage and I charge a fee I remember back when I found it hard to speak But now I get upon a track and rip it apart to pieces 'Cause Uncle Jay be crazy, even ask my nieces Paint a picture with the shit and leave an artist speechless This shit is straight absurd how I get on their nerves And now they got the nerve to tell me to speak less Can we just all get along? Act like you don't see me I been here along No love for the policeman, they think I'm in the wrong On some Shyhiem shit how they go on and on and on and on You hear the song, can't touch it without a pair of tongs Hate it or love it, regardless, I'ma carry on Give 'em the sauce when I step on the beat Press play and get the flavor like it's something to eat Feed off all of my haters, but they ain't nothing to me Stuck on the hustle like the bubblegum that's under your seat Do it so my mother and all of my brothers can eat So take a seat, Jacob Peter in the kitchen 'bout to dish up a feast (It's dinner time) [Chorus] I got the recipe Chef with it 'cause this rap be my specialty Yes indeed, I be ahead of 'em, see Because I'm never letting anybody get to me Best believe (What?), I got the recipe Give me feta, give me cheddar, I need extra cheese Yes indeed (Ayy), I be ahead of 'em, see Because I'll never break or let the haters get to me (Uh)